am-`
michelle
black girl aka chocolate (:
28o81985
twenty-two
cafe del mar
beach captain
promiscuous
workaholic
alcoholic
shopaholic
procrastinator
party animal
beach bummer
lovee-`
my dearest sweethearts(:
my darling girlfriends (:
ah-bee (:
hugs&kisses
interlocked fingers
playing in the rain
sunrise&sunset
fireworks
star gazing
retail therapy
party therapy
food haven
speed rides
hard liquor, bubbly champagne
sweets!
wants-`
braids/cornrolls?
new phone
new watch
new hair makeover
sneakers/flats/heels/boots
skinny haviannas
newurbanmale clock
jacket/pullover/cardigan
the boyfriend's shirt
one more boyfriend's shirt
skinny belt
paul smith floral perfume
diesel perfume
calvin klein europhia perfume
calvin klein eternity perfume
dior fahrenheit 32 perfume
kenneth cole RSVP perfume
that ray bans shades
marc ecko E850361
full body massage&spa
lose 5kg
trip down to port dickson (:
photo with *him
a good holiday!
vehicle license
you-`
alinah`
alison`
joan`
jo-ann`
lynnly`
pek geok`
regina`
nadiah`
helly`
song`
linette`
eunice`
bala`
dizzy`
joleen`
lays`
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
confused over everything around me.
nadiah knows what's going on.
cheryl knows what's going on.
but i don't know what's going on.
perhaps, they understand the situation?
perhaps, i'm trying to numb myself that shit doesn't always happen again?
sighs.
what goes around comes around?
maybe i'm feeling this way coz i allow myself to feel this cramp.
this cramped up feeling is definitely making me sick.
damnit.
i would have thought that it would be "mos" who's giving me the headaches.
but surprisingly, its "lunar".
somehow, i probably learned to feel attached to "lunar" already.
and when i learn to feel attached, shit always happens.
i feel skeptical about this mindless game called "love" - simply because its tiring.
tired?;
physically draining.
emotionally tiring.
mentally tested.
sexually challenged.
simply, everything's put to a test.
worthwhile?
the pumping of my heart just tells me that i'm still in the real world.
i'm consciously telling my sub-conscious mind to stop brooding over the matter.
"just forget about it"
"damnit"
"don't get yourself hurt again"
"damnit"
truth usually hurts; it does.
instead of running away, i guess being straightforward is better.
whether there is a 2-way opened door policy, it doesn't really matter now.
running away only just proves likewise to me.
i'm starting to miss him again.
"damnit"
i don't want to be a fool already.
no more of it.
i'm tired already.
it sucks big time.
i'll just do what nadiah said.
"c'mon"
my fingers fumble while the letters form into words.
sighs.
it stopped just exactly when the option states "send"
"c'mon"
sighs.
"message send"
i wonder what he's going to say.
or is he just not going to say anything?
"damnit"
[
dreamt `]
at
12:17 AM
